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Kays Branch News

It turned out to be a beautiful weekend for Mother’s Day or anything else you might have been celebrating.
The first of the week was wet, very wet. We had nearly two inches of rain late Saturday night, Sunday and Monday.
It was clear on Tuesday, but I had bridge so I couldn’t mow that day.
Wednesday, Charity and I went shopping for spring clothes. I have four closets full of clothes, but one has to have something new once in a while. Our trip was a success. I now have new things to wear. All I need now is some place to go.

Good morning.
I said I was going to stop writing this column. I just didn’t have anything to say anymore, but several people have called and written to say how much it would be missed, and since I have no excuse except lack of inspiration, which you have now rekindled, I will try again.
This was Derby week in Kentucky. I spent most of it mowing and managed to get all the different patches of grass gone over by the weekend.

Two weeks ago, as Ann and I were coming home, after the last terrible play at the Brown Theater, the landscape was still bare and very winter like, though the sun was shining.
Suddenly at midweek, I noticed the forsythia bushes were in full bloom and lovely.
The peony bushes were pushing through the ground and there were buds on the Bradford pears. The next morning they were in full bloom.
Spring had come to the Branch.
The grass turned green and started to grow, the red bud tree at the front of the house is now in full bloom.

Easter, all the news in the community is about Easter this week. Well, almost all. All the churches in the area were full. After a less than beautiful start the day turned out very nice.
Old Cedar had its sunrise service in the church this year. The wind was just too raw to venture out and the rain didn’t add to the ambiance. Our preacher is new and had visions of a sunrise service too, but we nixed it.
Christians (Disciples) aren’t as hardy as Baptists, but we had a lovely service anyway.

I got up and rebuilt my fire this morning. I let it go out Saturday, laboring under the delusion that spring might actually be here. It was in the high 40s and the sun was shining. Fay said they got out and cleaned their Martin houses and rearranged them. They didn’t have many last year, so they decided it was the locations. They had just gotten the job done and were back in the house when they saw the first scout fly in. The birds are on schedule, even if Mother Nature is not.

Everyone who lives in Kentucky knows that the weather here can be fickle, but this is ridiculous.
After a beautiful spring day and 70 degrees on Saturday, Sunday was a real bummer.
Wanda said Ray had gathered a can of nightcrawlers and was planning to go fishing, but that plan was snowed out. I saw them, dressed in padded coveralls walking up the road Sunday afternoon toward his sister’s house instead.

Wanda has been to Mexico with an MKL tour group. They flew out of Cincinnati last weekend to a near perfect 75 degree, four-star Ixtapan spa. It sits in the foothills of the Sierra Madres Mountains. She didn’t say how many were in the group, but it was a mix of wives and husbands and ladies that needed a break from the winter weather.

Good morning. The sun is out and it’s lighting up the hard frost and freeze of last night.
The TV said it’s in the teens but my thermometer says 38. Bless it’s little mercury heart. It always gives me a false sense of warmth in the winter. You see, when the sun comes up over the hill in front of my house, it shines directly on the thermometer which causes the mercury to shoot up and it rises to about the roof. When the shade finally comes, it drops back into its proper reading. I know this, but it makes me feel like spring is on the way for a few minutes.

After rushing around like a mad rabbit all last week, this week is a blank. No cards, no plays or engagements of any kind.
I did watch the basketball game on Saturday night to the exciting climax. They did good. For those of you who live in another dimension, I am referring to the University of Kentucky’s game with Missouri. Bless their little hearts, they’ve learned to make foul shots.